Unseen, Unheard, Uninhibited

In the confines of the bathroom, a secret ritual unfolds. A set of legs, crossed at the ankles, dangles from the toilet seat, the rest of the body hidden behind the closed door. A hand, glistening with lubrication, rhythmically moves up and down an unseen shaft, the sound of wet skin meeting echoing in the small space. The other hand reaches down, fingers expertly finding the sensitive spot between their legs, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles as they edge closer to release, their breath hitching in anticipation.

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